never moving form holds. auds pricked attention held by the sea his mother held so dear. his mother. he looked up to her, and his father. for all his mother had been through and what she had been able to acheive. abandoned by the harem after her mother had died. hungry and helpless she had wandered. learning the hard way to fend for herself. slowly regaining her trust of the equine race and in the end comeing here. meeting my father, becomeing a queen. ever will I be so great? it is doubtfull. my father. king of dreamscape and of this land on which i stand. no, i dont believe i can live up to that. the world it seems right now is to great for the likes of me.

still he had remained for some time. the water upon his own coat begins upon it's upward journey. invisable in the warm air of spring. yet rising. dry once more the colt looks about. cry is released rattling voicebox. would any

come?